All eyes were fixed on Mr. Russell.
Mr. Russell hesitated to raise his hand.
Jim Quincy urged, "Old Russell, go on and swear. Why the hesitation? Afraid of the repercussions? If you don't swear, then we'll start discussing the divorce in detail."
Mr. Russell raised his hand, his movements shaky. He began to stammer uncontrollably, "I... I... Paul Russell, swear... swear to the gods that from this day forward, I will ensure my eldest daughter, Christal Russell, stays in line and never targets Ian and Cecilia again. If I break this vow, I... I..."
A sense of dread washed over Christal Russell. 'I don't believe in any of this. I can make the vow myself, but I can't let my family do it.' She cut in, "Jin, if my dad goes through with this, won't it be incredibly awkward whenever our families see each other?"
